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A story for my second raffle winner 
ObeseLycanrocJake for weight gain
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I have never really done a marathon in my life. It was just some jogging and winning a race. Although there were a whole bunch of people here who may have trained for this moment. My name is Jake, a thin lycanroc with running clothes and a paper on my chest with the number 54. My friends will ask me why I’m doing this since I hate exercising. There is a reason. A week ago, there was a sponsorship for a brand soda can named Lazer-X Cola. It was a new drink that was out just yesterday and the reward for getting the sponsorship is a lifetime supply of that soda and a ton of cash. The only way to get it is to get first in the race. I mean, how bad can it be? Besides that there were a lot of people here, decreasing my chances to win.
“Everyone, get in your positions.” The announcer says, making me and everyone else get ready. Of course I was feeling nervous, maybe pass out soon if I get too stressed. “On your mark….” Almost there, I just have to stay focused and think about winning that sponsorship. “Get set…..Go!” All at once, everyone just starts running like they were after the reward too, well of course it was a big one. As I was jogging, I could see some obese people like that fat wolf who starts to pant heavily at the begining of the race or the cat who just walks. But I’m perfectly fit to win this race and get that sponsorship. It’s a good thing that I drink lots of water to keep me hydrated.
In the middle of the marathon, I’ve been doing well. I have more energy than I expected and passed a few people along the way. I saw some slowing down while others are speeding up. But I wasn’t going to give up that quickly, my legs were long and skinny enough to pass anyone in this marathon. Just wait and see.
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I told you that I would win. I was standing on the stage with the CEO of the Lazer-Cola soda, shaking his hand. My heart was beating very fast because from the excitement and all of that running I just did. Now that I won, the sponsorship is mine for good. So what would I do with it? Maybe relax a little, drink some soda, and spend some money on some food and video games.
At my apartment, which I live alone, I sat down on my couch right after I ordered some packages of soda. The delivery guys had to come in since I decided to become lazy. It was a good start on my victory and always wanted to try out this new soda. So I open a can and take a sip. It was very sweet like candy, my favorite. Then I chug it down like I was at some frat party and someone dared me to drink it down. It made my belly very bubbly and some gas came out of my mouth, AKA a burp. My belly wasn’t yet done with the drinks as it desires more. I repeated the same sequence with the other cans: open, chug, and toss away.
As the more drinks I chugged, the bigger and sloshy my belly got. I could hear it grumbling and growling as I let out even more burps. “Man, these are good.” I said, patting my belly which jiggles a lot like jello. “I’m starving. What is there to eat?”
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A few months later, I’ve really gone all the way out. I spent it all on drinking that new soda, eating food, playing video games, and napping. And what did that result in? A huge fat lycanroc who can’t even get up out of the couch. My whole body was just as big as a hippo with my arms and legs like soft marshmallows. Another thing that I noticed was my moobs which were very flabby and huge. My butt, thick like a bean bag chair filled with water, hadn’t stopped farting for the last hour ever since I ate those burritos a few hours ago. “Dang, I’m like a gas making machine.” He chuckles as he takes it as a joke. But the only thing that I have to also think about was how dirty my place was with empty cans of soda, a full trash can with food, dirty dishes in the sink, and crumbs on the floor and on myself. I was such a slob after I won that sponsorship. Just burping, farting, listening to my belly gurgling and growling.
Some time later, a letter slides underneath my door. “I wonder what that is.” I slowly got up from the couch, which had an embedded mark of a large butt, and waddled my way to the door. My belly sloshes up and down from the fat I stored for months. The only issue I had was bending down to get the letter since my belly gets in the way of everything. “Now how am I going to do this?” I think about it for a second after getting a good idea. I get down on my knees and lay on my huge belly like it was someone else’s. It was pretty good now that I have the letter in my chunky hands. It was from the company that made the soda in the first place, so I carefully opened it and read what was inside. And just when I thought, it turns out that the people there want me to do another marathon next week and win again. As if they saw what I look like right now. But it worries me because it says that if I don’t win, I lose the sponsorship. That wasn’t good on my part, but what choice do I have? It’s a lose and lose situation if I do it both ways. So I plan to go to it next week, but in this shape, it’ll take months to get me thin again.
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It was time for the next marathon. I haven’t done any exercise except for some walking which may have burned some fat, or that’s what I think. I was still an obese lycanroc who can’t even see my own feet from this huge belly right in front of me. I rubbed it with delight as I thought of how I could pin people down with this big gut. The point is that I’m still losing this race, but not last. I look around to see other obese people here, about a fifth of them. And there’s at least one hundred runners here at the marathon. “So you made it again? Here to lose this time?” A voice says behind him. It was a thin gray cat with a red sweatshirt and some black gyms shorts. He was runner number 34. “Eh, I think that I have a better chance of winning this time.”
“I don’t even know who you are.” I said, not caring a bit he’s saying.
“Let me clear your mind then. I’m Kyle and I’m gonna win this race.” He sounded very confident and yet spiteful against me. “Last marathon, I’ve been glooming over how I got second place while you went home with that sponsorship. Now seeing you….obese, I got the perfect shot to win.”
I chucked at his speech. “Look, how do you know that I’m not gonna get first again?”
“I just said so, you fat dingus!” He insults him but only smiles.
“Well, how about a bet? What would you do if you win this marathon?” I gave out the smirk at the end.
“Oh, a bet? Hmm. If I win, I get the sponsorship and you’ll never join a marathon for life.” It sounded like a win for the both of them since he doesn’t want to exercise anymore. “Okay, what about you?” Again, I smirk right before using my index finger to make him come closer. I whispered in his ear and made him have this dissatisfied look. “Umm.” I could see how red and sweating he was from what I told him. “That’s...something. But you won’t get it because I’m going to win.”
“Okay then.” I said, letting him gloat about it. I guess he was right that he was going to win. I already had the sponsorship for months and I think that he should have it. But the way he was acting, now I’m starting to wonder if karma will bite his butt soon. So we got into our positions as the announcer was telling us to get ready. Once he says go, everyone starts running. For me, I was really slow. My belly kept jiggling and made sloshing noises all the way. I even started to pant really hard from all of the fat weight I was put on. Maybe I should have thought about this more before I did it.
But at least I wasn’t the only one. There were other fat people with me who had a hard time keeping up. Like the same wolf I saw months ago at the marathon. I guess some people never change. Anyway, I kept going. No matter if I lose or somehow win if I get super speed.
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So I got bottom third, no big deal. At least I wasn’t last unlike that fat wolf. But who got first? Kyle, the mocking cat who sought vengeance from the start. I see him up there on the stage, but no trophy nor any sign of the CEO up there with him. That was until I found him right next to me, looking at my heavily weighted belly and body. He goes around and examines me, which I find that uncomfortable to say. After doing that, he takes my chunky wrist and walks me up to the stage. “Whoa, what is going on?” Kyle asks, surprised.
I just shrugged right after he made me stand in the middle. “We have our winner.” He speaks, letting everyone clap while my and Kyle’s jaws drop. “Congrats Jake, you get the sponsorship.” We then shook hands like it was just months ago.
“Wait, I don’t understand. I got first place.” Kyle says, seeing this very unfair. I had to agree with him. This must be the first time someone won who was in bottom third. “How come he wins?”
“Because even though he’s fat, Jake pulled through it. He didn’t stop or quit. And I have to admit, it was determination that got him through it. That’s what I love about people who seize to amaze me.” He smiles, looking at both of us while leaving the stage.
“This is cheating! I’ve trained for months on this race!” Kyle gets angry and I don’t blame him. But having the sponsorship again is pretty awesome, which also means I get to gain some more weight. “There is no way I’m going to let this slide!”
“Well, he is the CEO and you have something to do for me.” I say to him, smiling greatly. I said that karma will bite back, but just only in my head.
“Oh great.” He groans, annoyedly with me. I guess that deal did work out enough now that I win. Me and him just have to see how it works out once we get back to my place.
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A week later, things have been going amazing for me. I want to start out on how bigger I got. My belly was the size of the whole couch I was sitting on right now while covering my whole bottom part which was thick too if I could see them. My hips were filling up the sides of the couch and my butt perfectly sinking into the cushions of them. My arms, heavy yet slowly moveable, were humongously thick like giant pillows five people can sleep on. Four double chins on my neck that looked like waves in stop motion. Not to forget how gassy and messy I was. With some nice belches and farts that stink up the whole room with stains on my fur like I haven’t showered in days, which was the case. My house was even dirtier than before. For example, how the trash can and sink was overflowing with food and dirty dishes. The floor was covered in wrappers, empty cans of soda, and much more. As for the money, I decided to donate some of it to my friends who had moved away to different states. I still called them on my phone and told them stories of how I gained weight. Bruce was happy to hear that since he’s not the only one. But I still have some left for myself to pay for rent and food. “So, how are you dealing with my fat Kyle?” I asked, looking to my right.
“Mmmph!” He muffles underneath my fat side. My deal from before was to have him buried underneath all my fat until the next marathon which was in a couple of months. I have to say that he hates it very much, but it’s payback for calling me fat. Maybe he’ll get used to it sometime and probably start rubbing my belly. I roll my eyes and move my fat side, letting his head pop out. He gasps for air and huffs. “This is gross.” The cat complains.
“That’s what you get for making fun of me.” I chuckle as Kyle hisses at me. “Hiss all you want Kyle, but my fat wants to pin you down.” I tease him.
“Once this is over, I’ll fatten you up to the point where you’ll never move.” He threatens me as I take it as a joke. So I let him relax a little bit before he goes back underneath my fat. Now thinking about it, I wonder how many people I can bury in my fat. Would they feel embarrassed or comfortable? Whichever one it is, I’ll be there to get them something to think about. Maybe I should make myself bigger and gassy to draw more attention. Well, at least I get to have some soda to help with that.
ObeseLycanrocJake for weight gain______________________________________________________________________
I have never really done a marathon in my life. It was just some jogging and winning a race. Although there were a whole bunch of people here who may have trained for this moment. My name is Jake, a thin lycanroc with running clothes and a paper on my chest with the number 54. My friends will ask me why I’m doing this since I hate exercising. There is a reason. A week ago, there was a sponsorship for a brand soda can named Lazer-X Cola. It was a new drink that was out just yesterday and the reward for getting the sponsorship is a lifetime supply of that soda and a ton of cash. The only way to get it is to get first in the race. I mean, how bad can it be? Besides that there were a lot of people here, decreasing my chances to win.
“Everyone, get in your positions.” The announcer says, making me and everyone else get ready. Of course I was feeling nervous, maybe pass out soon if I get too stressed. “On your mark….” Almost there, I just have to stay focused and think about winning that sponsorship. “Get set…..Go!” All at once, everyone just starts running like they were after the reward too, well of course it was a big one. As I was jogging, I could see some obese people like that fat wolf who starts to pant heavily at the begining of the race or the cat who just walks. But I’m perfectly fit to win this race and get that sponsorship. It’s a good thing that I drink lots of water to keep me hydrated.
In the middle of the marathon, I’ve been doing well. I have more energy than I expected and passed a few people along the way. I saw some slowing down while others are speeding up. But I wasn’t going to give up that quickly, my legs were long and skinny enough to pass anyone in this marathon. Just wait and see.
______________________________________________________________________________
I told you that I would win. I was standing on the stage with the CEO of the Lazer-Cola soda, shaking his hand. My heart was beating very fast because from the excitement and all of that running I just did. Now that I won, the sponsorship is mine for good. So what would I do with it? Maybe relax a little, drink some soda, and spend some money on some food and video games.
At my apartment, which I live alone, I sat down on my couch right after I ordered some packages of soda. The delivery guys had to come in since I decided to become lazy. It was a good start on my victory and always wanted to try out this new soda. So I open a can and take a sip. It was very sweet like candy, my favorite. Then I chug it down like I was at some frat party and someone dared me to drink it down. It made my belly very bubbly and some gas came out of my mouth, AKA a burp. My belly wasn’t yet done with the drinks as it desires more. I repeated the same sequence with the other cans: open, chug, and toss away.
As the more drinks I chugged, the bigger and sloshy my belly got. I could hear it grumbling and growling as I let out even more burps. “Man, these are good.” I said, patting my belly which jiggles a lot like jello. “I’m starving. What is there to eat?”
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A few months later, I’ve really gone all the way out. I spent it all on drinking that new soda, eating food, playing video games, and napping. And what did that result in? A huge fat lycanroc who can’t even get up out of the couch. My whole body was just as big as a hippo with my arms and legs like soft marshmallows. Another thing that I noticed was my moobs which were very flabby and huge. My butt, thick like a bean bag chair filled with water, hadn’t stopped farting for the last hour ever since I ate those burritos a few hours ago. “Dang, I’m like a gas making machine.” He chuckles as he takes it as a joke. But the only thing that I have to also think about was how dirty my place was with empty cans of soda, a full trash can with food, dirty dishes in the sink, and crumbs on the floor and on myself. I was such a slob after I won that sponsorship. Just burping, farting, listening to my belly gurgling and growling.
Some time later, a letter slides underneath my door. “I wonder what that is.” I slowly got up from the couch, which had an embedded mark of a large butt, and waddled my way to the door. My belly sloshes up and down from the fat I stored for months. The only issue I had was bending down to get the letter since my belly gets in the way of everything. “Now how am I going to do this?” I think about it for a second after getting a good idea. I get down on my knees and lay on my huge belly like it was someone else’s. It was pretty good now that I have the letter in my chunky hands. It was from the company that made the soda in the first place, so I carefully opened it and read what was inside. And just when I thought, it turns out that the people there want me to do another marathon next week and win again. As if they saw what I look like right now. But it worries me because it says that if I don’t win, I lose the sponsorship. That wasn’t good on my part, but what choice do I have? It’s a lose and lose situation if I do it both ways. So I plan to go to it next week, but in this shape, it’ll take months to get me thin again.
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It was time for the next marathon. I haven’t done any exercise except for some walking which may have burned some fat, or that’s what I think. I was still an obese lycanroc who can’t even see my own feet from this huge belly right in front of me. I rubbed it with delight as I thought of how I could pin people down with this big gut. The point is that I’m still losing this race, but not last. I look around to see other obese people here, about a fifth of them. And there’s at least one hundred runners here at the marathon. “So you made it again? Here to lose this time?” A voice says behind him. It was a thin gray cat with a red sweatshirt and some black gyms shorts. He was runner number 34. “Eh, I think that I have a better chance of winning this time.”
“I don’t even know who you are.” I said, not caring a bit he’s saying.
“Let me clear your mind then. I’m Kyle and I’m gonna win this race.” He sounded very confident and yet spiteful against me. “Last marathon, I’ve been glooming over how I got second place while you went home with that sponsorship. Now seeing you….obese, I got the perfect shot to win.”
I chucked at his speech. “Look, how do you know that I’m not gonna get first again?”
“I just said so, you fat dingus!” He insults him but only smiles.
“Well, how about a bet? What would you do if you win this marathon?” I gave out the smirk at the end.
“Oh, a bet? Hmm. If I win, I get the sponsorship and you’ll never join a marathon for life.” It sounded like a win for the both of them since he doesn’t want to exercise anymore. “Okay, what about you?” Again, I smirk right before using my index finger to make him come closer. I whispered in his ear and made him have this dissatisfied look. “Umm.” I could see how red and sweating he was from what I told him. “That’s...something. But you won’t get it because I’m going to win.”
“Okay then.” I said, letting him gloat about it. I guess he was right that he was going to win. I already had the sponsorship for months and I think that he should have it. But the way he was acting, now I’m starting to wonder if karma will bite his butt soon. So we got into our positions as the announcer was telling us to get ready. Once he says go, everyone starts running. For me, I was really slow. My belly kept jiggling and made sloshing noises all the way. I even started to pant really hard from all of the fat weight I was put on. Maybe I should have thought about this more before I did it.
But at least I wasn’t the only one. There were other fat people with me who had a hard time keeping up. Like the same wolf I saw months ago at the marathon. I guess some people never change. Anyway, I kept going. No matter if I lose or somehow win if I get super speed.
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So I got bottom third, no big deal. At least I wasn’t last unlike that fat wolf. But who got first? Kyle, the mocking cat who sought vengeance from the start. I see him up there on the stage, but no trophy nor any sign of the CEO up there with him. That was until I found him right next to me, looking at my heavily weighted belly and body. He goes around and examines me, which I find that uncomfortable to say. After doing that, he takes my chunky wrist and walks me up to the stage. “Whoa, what is going on?” Kyle asks, surprised.
I just shrugged right after he made me stand in the middle. “We have our winner.” He speaks, letting everyone clap while my and Kyle’s jaws drop. “Congrats Jake, you get the sponsorship.” We then shook hands like it was just months ago.
“Wait, I don’t understand. I got first place.” Kyle says, seeing this very unfair. I had to agree with him. This must be the first time someone won who was in bottom third. “How come he wins?”
“Because even though he’s fat, Jake pulled through it. He didn’t stop or quit. And I have to admit, it was determination that got him through it. That’s what I love about people who seize to amaze me.” He smiles, looking at both of us while leaving the stage.
“This is cheating! I’ve trained for months on this race!” Kyle gets angry and I don’t blame him. But having the sponsorship again is pretty awesome, which also means I get to gain some more weight. “There is no way I’m going to let this slide!”
“Well, he is the CEO and you have something to do for me.” I say to him, smiling greatly. I said that karma will bite back, but just only in my head.
“Oh great.” He groans, annoyedly with me. I guess that deal did work out enough now that I win. Me and him just have to see how it works out once we get back to my place.
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A week later, things have been going amazing for me. I want to start out on how bigger I got. My belly was the size of the whole couch I was sitting on right now while covering my whole bottom part which was thick too if I could see them. My hips were filling up the sides of the couch and my butt perfectly sinking into the cushions of them. My arms, heavy yet slowly moveable, were humongously thick like giant pillows five people can sleep on. Four double chins on my neck that looked like waves in stop motion. Not to forget how gassy and messy I was. With some nice belches and farts that stink up the whole room with stains on my fur like I haven’t showered in days, which was the case. My house was even dirtier than before. For example, how the trash can and sink was overflowing with food and dirty dishes. The floor was covered in wrappers, empty cans of soda, and much more. As for the money, I decided to donate some of it to my friends who had moved away to different states. I still called them on my phone and told them stories of how I gained weight. Bruce was happy to hear that since he’s not the only one. But I still have some left for myself to pay for rent and food. “So, how are you dealing with my fat Kyle?” I asked, looking to my right.
“Mmmph!” He muffles underneath my fat side. My deal from before was to have him buried underneath all my fat until the next marathon which was in a couple of months. I have to say that he hates it very much, but it’s payback for calling me fat. Maybe he’ll get used to it sometime and probably start rubbing my belly. I roll my eyes and move my fat side, letting his head pop out. He gasps for air and huffs. “This is gross.” The cat complains.
“That’s what you get for making fun of me.” I chuckle as Kyle hisses at me. “Hiss all you want Kyle, but my fat wants to pin you down.” I tease him.
“Once this is over, I’ll fatten you up to the point where you’ll never move.” He threatens me as I take it as a joke. So I let him relax a little bit before he goes back underneath my fat. Now thinking about it, I wonder how many people I can bury in my fat. Would they feel embarrassed or comfortable? Whichever one it is, I’ll be there to get them something to think about. Maybe I should make myself bigger and gassy to draw more attention. Well, at least I get to have some soda to help with that.
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